descended the steps, serenely conscious of her beauty and its power over the man below whose eyes were now devouring her. The flowing train of her cream-coloured morning gown made her look a half foot taller than she was. She had always fretted at her diminutive stature, and wore her dresses the extreme length to give her added height.
With a gracious smile she welcomed Steve and he attempted to kiss her. She repulsed him firmly and allowed him to kiss her hand.
"Stella dear," he began petulantly, with an accent of offended dignity, "you must quit this foolishness! We have been engaged three weeks and I've never touched your lips."
She laughed and tossed her pretty head.
"And we're engaged!"
"Not yet married," she observed, lifting her arched brows.
"I have honoured you with my fortune and my life."
"Thanks," she interrupted smiling.
Steve flushed and went on rapidly.
"Really, Stella, the time has come for a serious talk between us."
She seated herself at the piano and ran her fingers lightly over the keys. Steve followed, a frown clouding his smooth handsome forehead.
